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Lawrence Madson is not my friend. That’s what Archer told Ridley, so why was he here? Could he possibly be trying to do the right thing? Was he here to convince Lawrence to go to the police? Whatever the reason, Ridley couldn’t help smiling at her luck. She might be stuck behind a couch and unable to use her magic without feeling ill, but the one person she needed Lawrence to talk to had just arrived. All the two of them needed to do now was take a seat in the living room, have a chat about last night, and not discover that she was hiding there.
“I’m glad I caught you at home,” she heard Archer say. “I thought you might be out with your father.”
“How fortunate for you that I’m not,” Lawrence answered. His tone was civil, but Ridley wouldn’t have described it as warm. It seemed Archer
